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The Sea Will Guide You Back To Me	By : BurntToasties Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Tokio Hotel Views: 2178 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: "Disclaimer: This is purely a work of fiction! I do not know Tokio Hotel, and I do not profit from these writings.

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   We woke in the morning in the same position we fell asleep in, Bill leaning down to kiss the top of my head. I kissed his collar bone in response, getting a small giggle from his. I sat up, seeing Buick wasn’t in her bed, and check the time.
   “It’s 11:30. I can order room service if you want the shower first,” Bill said, running his hand through my loose hair.
   “That would be wonderful. I’ll have anything without eggs,” I said, kissing him and hopping out of the bed. I turned on the water and let it heat while I stripped off the rest of my clothes. I heard his voice ordering, but couldn’t tell what, and hang up. I smiled, poking my head out the door, a few light tendrils of steam escaping.
   “You’re more than welcome to join me,” I said, biting my lip and shutting the door behind me. I stepped in the shower and just shut the curtain before I heard the door open and shut. Bill’s shadow froze on the other side of the curtain as if he wasn’t sure if he was still invited in. Finally he pulled the curtain back and stepped in with me. I smiled, hair already slicked down with water dripping down my neck. I grabbed the bar of soap and stepped out of his way, letting him soak his hair thoroughly as I lathered the soap over the front of my body. I felt two hands glide around my waist, smearing the soap bubbles on his arms as I turned and laughed at him. I couldn’t help but laugh at his eyeliner and eye shadow running down his face.
   “Laugh at me all you want, you look just as funny,” he teased, wiping his thumb across my cheek. He kissed me gently, lips slippery against mine from the water as they parted mine. His hand trailed the back of my neck, the other around my waist pulling me closer. My body pressed flush against his, and I could feel him throbbing against my thigh. He pulled away, groaning and biting on his lip in thought. He jumped out of the shower, barely wrapping the towel around his waist as he bolted out of the shower. I sighed, finishing shampooing and conditioning my hair before he got back. He tossed the towel on the sink counter and came back in the shower, trying to catch his breath.
   “I left a note for the room service to just come in and leave the food,” he said, kissing my neck tenderly, hands on my waist. It just wasn’t the same, and he sighed.
   “I killed the moment didn’t I?” he groaned in the crook of my neck, hands sliding to the top of my bum.
   “Yeah, just a little bit,” I chuckled, kissing his cheek and running my hands over his smooth back.
   “Bill, I’m only going to be in Germany for eight more days,” I blurted. He stood straight, holding me close to his chest.
   “We go on tour in two weeks, but the last week is packing and making sure all the gear and such is perfect, so really I’ve got seven days,” he said quietly. We turned off the water, wrapping our towels around our bodies as we walked into the room. The room service had come, taking Bill’s tip and leaving a ‘thank you’ note beside the dishes. We ate in relative silence, still in our towels.
   “So what do we do today?” I asked, sipping my orange juice. He sighed.
   “Pack, fly back home, get dinner, do interviews,” he said, eyes searching the room as if it held the answers. I nodded, stacking my plates and placing them back on the tray. I stood to go brush my teeth in the bathroom, but Bill’s arm intercepted my journey, pulling me down into his lap. He kissed me roughly, tongue quickly pushing passed my lips. I repositioned myself, straddling him in the armless chair as we kissed passionately. His hands tugged at the tucked corner of my towel, letting it fall behind me to the floor. He grabbed my breasts, rolling my already alert nipples between his fingers. I rocked my hips against his, feeling his erection through the thin fabric of his towel. He broke the kiss, his eyes darting across my face nervously.
   “I feel ready,” We both said at the same time. We smiled, the tension in the air eased slightly. He kissed me before pulling back long enough to reach back and locate a condom from our position by the bags. He tore it open, and I stood, lifting his towel and letting it drape over the chair as he rolled on the rubber.
   He grabbed my hips, pulling me back to his lap and into his kiss, hands on my sides and holding me close. I shifted, feeling him slide inside me easily and he groaned deeply in my mouth, hips bucking up under me. We stilled for a moment, savoring the feel of his length buried within me, adjusting to the new sensations. My hands tightened on his shoulders, moaning as he hit every pleasure spot as I ground my hips against him, lifting back up and lowering on him once more. He gripped my hips tight, low growls of pleasure rolling from him. I continued teasing him with this slow pace, nipping gently at his neck and collarbone until he began trying to thrust up from the chair. He whimpered, the awkward position making it difficult for him to thrust the way he wanted to.
   Bill picked me up, getting a small yelp of surprise, and carefully laid me on the bed, kissing me gently. I pushed him lightly on to his back, straddling his hips as he guided me down on top of him once more. He moaned, voice cracking with the pleasure as he was inside me again. His hips were now free to meet my movements half way, his nails digging into my hips as we moved together. Every inch of my skin was tingling with the building pressure, picking up the pace little by little. My fingers traveled his chest and along his arms before I arched my back and letting his name fall from my lips. The curve to my spine changed the angle just enough to let him slide further into my tight heat while giving him open access to my breasts. Bill’s hands traveled up my sides, my skin dewy from our coupling, and found my breasts. Each fit as if they were perfectly made to fit his hands, and he leaned up and licked one nipple softly before taking it into his mouth.
   The feel of him inside me while he deftly licked and nipped at my breasts was bringing me closer to the edge faster than I wanted, though I could feel him shaking with his own orgasm coming closer. I gently pushed him back to the bed, leaning in and kissing him, and he quickly rolled me on my back and thrust into me roughly. My fingers gripped his upper arms tightly as he made me whimper in ecstasy. I lost myself in his eyes, half lidded with emotions and felt myself close to the edge. Our bodies were slick, my legs wrapped around his hips but sliding softly with each passionate thrust. He leaned in and licked my neck, biting down gently, the rough yet tender action pushing me over the edge as I moaned his name. With a couple more erratic thrusts, Bill buried his face in my neck as he came, breathing deeply. I hissed as his hands brushed my hips lightly, seeing five red crescent marks on each side. I laughed as he looked, grimacing.
   “Are you ok?” he asked, looking at the marks where he’d broken the skin.
   “I’m fine, didn’t even realize they were there,” I said, watching him wince as he rubbed his arms. “Are you?” He looked at his arm and laughed, showing my five crescents as well.
   “Look, we match,” he said, rubbing at the faint blood still clinging to his skin.
   “I’m so sorry,” I said, sitting up and kissing them gently. “Looks like we just got mauled by something,” I laughed. Bill laughed, kissing me gently. I wrapped my arms around his neck as we kissed passionately, feeling his softening member slide out of me as we did. There was a knock on the door before it was thrown open, neither of us having time to move before Tom came around the corner.
   “Ah, just wanted to know if the girls knew we needed to be packing. But you guys are busy packing something else I see. Continue,” he said, eyes wide and backing out of the room with a grimace on his face. Bill and I were deep shades of red as he moved from on top of me to lying next to me. Bill kissed my cheek, trying not to giggle at the fact that his brother just caught us. I got out of the bed, feeling like my entire body was red and felt the giggles take over. I got dressed, throwing my hair back into a messy bun, and heard Bill go into the bathroom to dispose of the condom. He came out, his boxers on, and kissed me gently.
   “I have to go pack, I’ll see you in a few,” he said with a smile before grabbing his clothes and walking out the door. Buick came in just as he left, eyes wide as she looked from him to me.
   “God Mina, first thing in the morning?” She said, hitting my shoulder lightly with a smile on her face.
   “Tom bust in on us right after too,” I said and she laughed.
   “Well, sounds like your morning’s been better than mine already,” she laughed, packing her bags as well. I grabbed our bathroom products and tossed hers into the suitcase and zipped mine up. We just put our suitcases by the door and did our last comb over of the room when Tobi opened the door.
   “Alright ladies, it’s time to go,” he said, grabbing our suitcases and leading all of us out. The flight back was just as quiet as the drive to the airport. Upon landing, we went outside the terminal to see two separate cars. I turned to Bill and he kissed me, arms around my waist.
   “We have to go to an interview in Berlin. Nick squeezed it in last minute so we can’t go home with you. I’ll call you when we’re done ok?” He said. I nodded, kissing him before getting into the car with Buick.
   “Have fun!” I shouted from the window, waving back at Bill. The driver took us home, pulling up to our house in half an hour and taking our luggage from the trunk.
   “Wow, he was fast,” I said, watching as he nearly peeled out of the driveway.
   “Of course, annoying the hell out of him with girl talk in the backseat probably helped,” Buick said, waving to the car.
   “Marina Fisher! You leave two days early, fly to France, and don’t even leave a note?” My mother shouted from behind us, causing me to jump in fright.
   “Oh shit, I knew I forgot something,” I grimaced as I saw my mother, hands on her hips, standing just outside the door.
   “I wish Tobi was here,” Buick whispered in my ear, hiding behind me. It took everything in me not to let a smile break over my face. If i did, it would mean certain death.
   “Had we not seen you at that show, I would have thought you were kidnapped! Being held for ransom unless your band paid whatever they wanted,” she shouted, waving a hand at me.
   “Tasha, back off her!” My father shouted, stopping my mom’s verbal blitzkrieg. He came out and gave both of us a hug.
   “They came and picked us up early, I meant to call but it just slipped my mind with all that was going on,” I said, and he rubbed my back.
   “You did fine. You two looked amazing last night with the boys,” He said, guiding us passed my fuming mother. Once inside, Buick’s parents and Oma were waiting to greet us, all smiles.
   “Darlings! I’m so glad you had a great time,” my Oma said, pulling us into hugs. “Even if some parents don’t think it was such a thing,” she added, staring down my mom.
   “She made us record it,” David said, tossing me the tape.
“You’re so kidding me,” I said, and Buick laughed, taking it.
   “You wish! Even saw you guys going down the preshow carpet and the news showing you two kissing at the after party,” He said, taking the tape from Buick. We took our stuff upstairs, dropping the suitcases on the bed.
   “Let’s go out,” she said, sitting in the desk chair. I shook my head and she gave me a questioning look.
   “Don’t tell me you’d rather be here with you mom breathing down our necks,” she said crossing her arms over her chest.
   “God no! I just don’t want to go out partying. Like hell I want to be with my mom right now,” I said.
   “Same here, so I guess we’re going to the river?” She said, motioning to the door. I followed her out of the house to the car, grabbing my bag and jacket before leaving, and turned up the music once the engine was on. It was a mix of Shiny Toy Guns, Red Hot Chili Peppers, and Atreyu. We drove quickly to the river, laying out the blanket and music player to continue the music.
   “So what’s bugging you?” Buick asked, offering me the back of chips we had. I took one and sighed.
   “I don’t know. I love Bill, I’ve never felt like this for anyone ever. It scares me cause I think he’s going to upgrade when he gets the chance,” I said, watching the water flow up the river, listening to the lapping sounds as the small ripples hit the edge.
   “Vell, it looks like some-von is afraid that he is too good for hurr,” she said, stroking her invisible beard and trying to sound like Sigmund Freud. “Und, it is shtemming from your lack of support from your mather,” she said, making me laugh at her impression. She smiled, glad it worked like it always did.
   “I guess. She acts like she knows exactly who he is, and that he’s going to drop me like a bad habit. I wish she could be happy for me for once,” I said, taking another chip from the brown bag.
   “I’m so much hungrier than chips,” Buick said, looking at the bag and putting back down. I agreed, realizing the last time we ate was that morning in Paris. We loaded up in the car and drove to the main center, looking for food. We found our old favorite and went inside. It was designed to be an Irish pub at first, but was bought by a Chinese family and was converted into a very green Chinese restaurant. Zhang Yimou would be proud of the place, I thought as the small owner came rushing from the back to hug us. She was an old woman that looked like Mr. Miyogi’s long lost sister.
   “Girls! It’s been so long!” She said, the Chinese accent mixing oddly with German, still throwing us off.
   “Hallo Mrs. Chen,” Bee and I said together as she ushered us to our usual booth. She didn’t take our orders, just left a pot of Jasmine tea on the table with two small cups and went into the back to bark out orders. As we drank, my phone beeped in my pocket.
   “Tell Gustav hi,” Buick said as I read the text.
Hey sexy sexy, miss you already. Just finished the interviews @.@ want to hang tomorrow?
Before I could respond, another text arrived, making me laugh.
Btw, Gusti says hey to you and Bee.
I sent him a message back, saying yes I’d hang, and that Bee says hi back.
“Do you guys ever talk directly to each other?” I laughed as I fired off the message. Buick laughed and help up her phone, showing me a list of messages from Gustav.
   “I don’t know why he wanted to say hi since we’re texting too, but I knew he would,” she smiled. I shook my head as my phone beeped once more, and I read the response from Bill.
Yes! Just you and me, none of my annoying brother. Love you, Marina.
I felt a tingle run through my spine, and I sent him back ‘love you too’ just as our food came. After all this time, Mrs. Chen remembered our Kung Pao Chicken and Mongolian Beef. For two hungry teenage girls, we ate slowly.
“So you and Bill are hanging tomorrow?” Buick asked. I raised an eyebrow at her, and she showed me a message from Gustav.
Bill’s energy just went from 100 to 10000000. Guess Mina’s hanging with him tomorrow.
I laughed, shaking my head. “He never calms down!” I said, harpooning a piece of chicken and popping it in my mouth. We finished the food and paid, giving a good tip for Mrs. Chen because she’s so sweet, and left to go home.
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